A Collection of Poems/Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Musicke/'When as thine eye hath chose the Dame'
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WHen as thine eye hath chose the Dame,
And stalde the deare that thou shouldst strike,
Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy (partyall might)
Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And stalde the deare that thou shouldst strike,
Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy (partyall might)
Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talke,
Least she some subtle practise smell,
A Cripple soone can finde a halt,
But plainly say thou lov'st her well,
And set her person forth to sale.
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talke,
Least she some subtle practise smell,
A Cripple soone can finde a halt,
But plainly say thou lov'st her well,
And set her person forth to sale.
What though her frowning browes be bent,
Her cloudy lookes will calme yer night,
And then too late she will repent,
That thus dissembled her delight:
And twice desire yet it be day,
That which with scorn she put away.
Her cloudy lookes will calme yer night,
And then too late she will repent,
That thus dissembled her delight:
And twice desire yet it be day,
That which with scorn she put away.
What though she strive to try her strength,
And ban, and braule, and say thee nay,
Her feeble force will yeeld at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:
Had women been so strong as men,
In faith, you had not had it then.
And ban, and braule, and say thee nay,
Her feeble force will yeeld at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:
Had women been so strong as men,
In faith, you had not had it then.
And to her will frame all thy ways,
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there,
Where thy desart may merit praise,
By ringing in thy Ladies ear,
The strongest castle, tower and towne,
The golden bullet beats it downe.
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there,
Where thy desart may merit praise,
By ringing in thy Ladies ear,
The strongest castle, tower and towne,
The golden bullet beats it downe.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy sute be humble true,
Unlesse thy Lady prove unjust,
Presse never thou to chuse anew:
When time shall serve, be thou not slacke,
To proffer though she put thee back.
And in thy sute be humble true,
Unlesse thy Lady prove unjust,
Presse never thou to chuse anew:
When time shall serve, be thou not slacke,
To proffer though she put thee back.
The wiles and guiles that women worke,
Dissembled with an outward shew:
The tricks and toys that in them lurke,
The Cock that treads them shall not know,
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A womans nay doth stand for nought.
Dissembled with an outward shew:
The tricks and toys that in them lurke,
The Cock that treads them shall not know,
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A womans nay doth stand for nought.
Think women still to strive with men,
To sinne and never for to saint,
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age shall them attaint,
Were kisses all the joyes in bed,
One woman would another wed.
To sinne and never for to saint,
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age shall them attaint,
Were kisses all the joyes in bed,
One woman would another wed.
But soft enough, too much I feare,
Least that my mistresse heare my song,
She will not stick to round me on th' are,
To teach my toung to be so long:
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To heare her secrets so bewraid.
Least that my mistresse heare my song,
She will not stick to round me on th' are,
To teach my toung to be so long:
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To heare her secrets so bewraid.